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6 Foot 7 Foot(Edited Version)

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Lil Wayne, Cory Gunz

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Bài hát 6 foot 7 foot(edited version) do ca sĩ Lil Wayne, Cory Gunz thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat 6 foot 7 foot(edited version) - Lil Wayne, Cory Gunz ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát 6 Foot 7 Foot(Edited Version) chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
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Lời bài hát: 6 Foot 7 Foot(Edited Version)

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Mix, mix, put the cherry on, get it much, much Mix, mix, put the cherry on, get it much, much Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my niece Patricia Young money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want to start wheezy cause the F is for finisher So misunderstood but what's a world without enigma Two b**ches at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted cause she open when you twist her Never met the b**ch but I f**k her like I missed her Life is the b**ch, in depth is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a f**king family picture You know father time, we all know mother nature It's all in the family but I am of no relation No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds, s**t, s**t, segregation I f**k that b**ch, my money up, you just, just, just hunting up Young money runnish, and you s**t is just runner ups I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this Let's go check a young tuna fish Ha! Yeah! I'm going back in, okay I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you staying under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But hoes gon' be hoes so I couldn't blame Tammy Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self defense Swear man I be seeing through these s**ts just like sequins They think they heathens, pow pow the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, f**k the world, that's a dope trick You foolish as s**t, you close your mouth and let your a** talk Young money eating, all you haters do is a**hole Stop playing s**t, y'all got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp, I f**k around and cut my head off Real s**t got all day and tomorrow But these mother f**kers talking crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, I'll fill the You know I'm a ball till they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy them while they still ripe Stop playing, I do it like a king do If these s**ts animals then I'ma have a mink soon Tell them s**t I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get the picture unless the flash is on Satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it Young money, cash money Uh, paper chaser, tell that paper look I'm right behind ya Real G's moving silence like lasagna People say I'm bored online, crazy sorta kinda Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her You f**kers are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject in a credit kit Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell them kiss my a**, call that kiss and tell Yeah, word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama mean Get some drama mean or I'ma scream Hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, she Wayne signed a fiend I play the side for you, just trying to front and see Son of Gunn and son of Sam, you the son of me Pause for this dumbest speech, I blow like Buddha Disturb me and you'll be all over the floor like Luda I flow like Scuba, I'm bold like Cuba And I keep a killer, she gon' blow right through ya I be mackin' bout my stackin' amount, I pack like a mover Shout to Ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter F**kers think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash money cold, but I act just as cool as Wayne These D's out, they mine, I done told these B's somethin' Ten hundred times, I done keep them bucks, they be on my mind Take these, I broke these, on your mind Pause, two feet up on my grind, get a beat a little up Keep throwin' my sign in the middle, hittin' my piece on my side Cause ain't no piece on my side I'm a man, I visit urinals with pride I'm shootin' when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n***a, ya heard? Gunna

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